Sunday, June 10, 2012

On Pain

 Moving Water by Rumi
When  you do things from your soul, you feel a river
moving in you, a joy.

When actions come from another section, the feeling
disappears.  Don't let others lead you.  They may be blind or, worse, vultures.
Reach for the rope of God.  And what is that?  Putting aside self-will.
Because of willfulness people sit in jail, the trapped bird's wings are tied,
fish sizzle in the skillet. The anger of police is willfulness.  You've seen a magistrate
inflict visible punishment.  Now see the invisible.  If you could leave your selfishness, you
would see how you've been torturing your soul.  We are born and live inside black water in a well.

How could we know what an open field of sunlight is? Don't
insist on going where you think you want to go.  Ask the way to the spring.  
Your living pieces will form a harmony.  There is a moving palace that floats in the air
with balconies and clear water flowing through, infinity everywhere, yet contained
 

On Pain: Where does it exist this thing that rips me up like the flag hanging patiently in reverence? That daughter of fear and enemy of Love? I invite it in at times, only because it has been the best of familiar friends. Like all friends it lets me down yet I know it so well I let it stay and rub my feet. I've known it the entirety of my life and it forces me to live well even though there have been times I got deep into to bed with it. It's my house guest today yet we don't visit very often anymore. "You'll keep it until you no longer need it", a wise friend once told me. I don't think I need it anymore, this pain. I'll invite it to leave now and choose joy and Love. Will you join me, J.? Let's leave this friend at the train station now and say goodbye for good. I no longer need it or have patience for it

 
Rumi
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.


Don't go back to sleep
There is a community of the spirit.
Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street
and being the noise.
Drink all your passion, 
and be a disgrace.
Close both eyes 
to see with the other eye.
 
 

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